[Layzie]
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It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls
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Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads)
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[Bizzy]
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Babi Boi...
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[Layzie]
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Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
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These things guidin' your struggles
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All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle
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Why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors ?
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These are the days of our lives (lives)
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Do or die, (that died to Boo - he go bye)
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Whom die they lie in the face of our society
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Try at of every attempt to quiet me
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I got a nation that's down to ride with me
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Here's the deal, can I get a witness?
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It's deeper than survival
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Who am I? My brother's keeper?
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Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die
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The wicked is near me
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Dearly departed, but nobody hears me
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Is we all gon' fall in misery?
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It's so serious, it bring tears to me
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Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block
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I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me
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So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop)
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Crooked cops, they gonna harass me
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Ask me the same ol' bullshit questions
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Knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days
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Keepin' a pistol in my possession
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But a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on
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And prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
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Come on, don't make me hurt ya
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Come on, come on, come on, come on,
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come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
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come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya
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Come on, come on, come on,
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come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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All about that bloody murder
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[Bizzy]
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Baby Boi...
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[Layzie]
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Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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Still to this day, it's a struggle
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Addicted to trouble, we never goin' change
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Mom made us thugs, see
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Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. ? loves thee
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Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up
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Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
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And ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal
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If I struggle, thank God
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I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin'
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Just called it a lesson
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'Cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell
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See a nigga walkin' the streets
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And they label us foolish children
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'Cause I always knew this
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While the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless
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Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven
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Look at my stomach and see the "7,"
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Even scales is how I'm bailin'
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Rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells,
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critic can kiss my ass
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I might go to thinkin' about my past
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Get mad, I reach in my stash and blast
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Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit
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And soon as we hit, now what do we get?
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These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick
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But you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it
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You can't believe it
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It ain't that season
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Get to steppin', hater
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Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud
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Mo Thug and I'm proud.
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Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud!
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[Bizzy]
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Baby Boi...
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[Layzie]
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Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
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Better watch for the nightfall when them come
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Better watch out for the night stormers
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No light's in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya
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Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa
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Wasteland soldier, see what we facin'
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Chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason
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Casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly
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Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men
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And we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet
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See, I'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender
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Put it all down, make 'em all remember:
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deep in Hell is where I'll send ya
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Welcome to the Land of more indo
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We smoke
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We choke
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You know we blaze
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Break out any cup with the pipe, what's up?
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| Parlay, come around |
